What if tomorrow
you are honest
only opening your mouth
to scream
or laugh
or curse
or shout?

What if tomorrow
you rage in love
or rage in loss
and do not cease your restless
exaltation
over every moving particle
of light and dust?

What if tomorrow
you can simply choose to live
and you do so choose to live
such that you are no longer dying
and are no longer fading
but instead, with purpose and with lust,
are as glorious as dawn,
and as ascendant as the young?